It's no stretch of the imagination to think that Ronan would still be awake. He sleeps a little more regularly than he might have once, but that doesn't mean that he gets nearly as much as he should. And of course, being right next door to Adam, it's difficult to not hear the voices growing slowly more heated as the argument progresses.

He stares at the ceiling, tries to block it out- whatever it is, it's Gansey and Adam's shit, and in Henrietta they fought frequently enough to where this isn't an unusual enough of an occurrence to require an intervention. Not that Ronan would really be qualified to intervene anyway, and his method of doing so usually involves doing something so reprehensible that both of their anger turns on him instead.

But then he hears his name, hears Gansey be angry instead of trying to reason, and that's enough to hitch him up out of bed- more annoyed than anything for now, as he doesn't generally enjoy being used as ammunition against someone for- whatever it is they're yelling about.

So, he opens his door and of course, there they are. Ronan has perfected the look of irritable boredom and that's what he projects now, as he leans out in the crack between the door and the frame, resting his weight heavily on the doorknob.

"What the fuck is this about? Chainsaw is sleeping, man."